Miscellanies: Ballads. The book of snobs. The tremendous adventures of Major Gahagan. The fatal boots. Cox's diaryBradbury & Evans, 1855 |
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... passed a whole fortnight between decks with you , Did I e'er give a kiss , Tom , to one of your crew ? To be useful and kind to my Thomas I stay'd , For his trowsers I washed , and his grog too I made . " Though you promised last Sunday ...
... passed a whole fortnight between decks with you , Did I e'er give a kiss , Tom , to one of your crew ? To be useful and kind to my Thomas I stay'd , For his trowsers I washed , and his grog too I made . " Though you promised last Sunday ...
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... passed . The chancel walls looked black and dim and vast , And rendered , ghost - like , melancholy tones . Onward the fathers sped , till coming nigh a Small iron gate , the which they entered quick at , They locked and double - locked ...
... passed . The chancel walls looked black and dim and vast , And rendered , ghost - like , melancholy tones . Onward the fathers sped , till coming nigh a Small iron gate , the which they entered quick at , They locked and double - locked ...
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... passed , In furious hunt behold at the front The Tartars so fierce , with their terrible cheers ; With axes , and halberds , and muskets , and spears , With torches a - flaming the chapel now came in , They tore up the mass - book ...
... passed , In furious hunt behold at the front The Tartars so fierce , with their terrible cheers ; With axes , and halberds , and muskets , and spears , With torches a - flaming the chapel now came in , They tore up the mass - book ...
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... passed the gates of Valenciennes , I never thought to come by Lille . I never thought my twenty pounds Some rascal knave would dare to steal ; I gaily passed the Belgic bounds At Quiévrain , twenty miles from Lille . To Antwerp town I ...
... passed the gates of Valenciennes , I never thought to come by Lille . I never thought my twenty pounds Some rascal knave would dare to steal ; I gaily passed the Belgic bounds At Quiévrain , twenty miles from Lille . To Antwerp town I ...
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... passing on his beat ; Like a true and galliant feller , Hup and down in Guilford Street . And that Pleaseman able - bodied Took this voman to the cell ; To the cell vere she was quodded , In the Close of Clerkenwell . And though vicked ...
... passing on his beat ; Like a true and galliant feller , Hup and down in Guilford Street . And that Pleaseman able - bodied Took this voman to the cell ; To the cell vere she was quodded , In the Close of Clerkenwell . And though vicked ...
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appearance arms asked beautiful believe better called Captain carried CHAPTER church Club comes course Court daughter dear dinner Doctor door dress English entered eyes face fair fashion father fellow five four Gahagan gate gave give Gray hand happy head hear heard heart honest honour hope horses hundred kind knew lady laugh leave live look Lord married mean Miss morning nature never night once passed person play Ponto poor pounds present pretty Prince respect round Saint says seen shillings smiling Snob Snobbishness society speak Street sure tell There's thing thought thousand told took town turned waited walk whole wife woman wonder write young
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Seite 87 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure: Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain!
Seite 64 - Would you know how first he met her ? She was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady, And a moral man was Werther, And, for all the wealth of Indies, Would do nothing for to hurt her. So he sighed and pined and ogled, And his passion boiled and bubbled, Till he blew his silly brains out, And no more was by it troubled. Charlotte, having seen his body Borne before her on a shutter, Like a well-conducted person, Went on cutting bread and butter THE LAST OF MAY.
Seite 47 - CHRISTMAS is here ; Winds whistle shrill, Icy and chill, Little care we : Little we fear Weather without, Sheltered about The Mahogany Tree. Once on the boughs, Birds of rare plume Sang, in its bloom ; Night-birds are we : Here we carouse, Singing, like them, Perched round the stem Of the jolly old tree.
Seite 62 - ALTHOUGH I enter not, Yet round about the spot Ofttimes I hover ! And near the sacred gate With longing eyes I wait, Expectant of her. The Minster bell tolls out Above the city's rout, And noise and humming : They've...
Seite 46 - Ah me ! how quick the days are flitting ! I mind me of a time that's gone, When here I'd sit, as now I'm sitting, In this same place — but not alone. A fair young form was nestled near me, A dear, dear face looked fondly up, And sweetly spoke and smiled to cheer me — There's no one now to share my cup.
Seite 45 - The waiter stares and shrugs his shoulder — 'Monsieur is dead this many a day.
Seite 63 - Kneel, undisturb'd, fair Saint! . Pour out your praise or plaint Meekly and duly ; I will not enter there, ^To sully your pure prayer With thoughts unruly. But suffer me to pace Round the forbidden place, Lingering a minute Like outcast spirits who wait And see through heaven's gate Angels within it THE AGE OF WISDOM.
Seite 159 - So each shall mourn, in life's advance, Dear hopes, dear friends, untimely killed ; Shall grieve for many a forfeit chance, And longing passion unfulfilled. Amen ! whatever fate be sent, Pray God the heart may kindly glow, Although the head with cares be bent, And 'whitened with the winter snow.
Seite 32 - And when, its force expended, The harmless storm was ended, And, as the sunrise splendid Came blushing o'er the sea ; I thought, as day was breaking, My little girls were waking, And smiling, and making A prayer at home for me.
Seite 39 - Row, And cantered o'er it to and fro : And see 'tis done ! As though 'twere by a wizard's rod A blazing arch of lucid glass Leaps like a fountain from the grass To meet the sun...